The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades upwards from a central fountain in a sprawling, impossible cloister, surrounded by ornate, tessellated arches that seem to repeat into themselves. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone and... uh, something earthy, like moss. A faint hum emanates from the intricate mosaics depicting various cryptic symbols from the Cygnus X-1 codex. Outside the cloister's colonnaded walkways, stars shine with an unnatural intensity in the sky, despite the warm, golden light of what looks like late afternoon casting long shadows across the walkways.